The rebirth

I wake early
The remnants of night
Still clinging to what little time it has left.

The moon and stars
Shrouded by a hanging fog
Invisible to my sight and yet I knew them to be there.

I wait now
As night is vanguished
And the light of a new day rises upon the horizon

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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